"......", Xuanbei's eyes widened suddenly, looking at the portrait that was torn by himself, dumbfounded. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

What to do? He actually ruined the painting made by Yunhuang girl, or in the middle of the night, when there was no one around, if he let others know, he was afraid that he would not be able to wash it even if he jumped into the Yellow River......

Unable to hear an answer, the person outside the door asked again: "Miss, are you awake?" Miss, the ink clothes are in—"

The door creaked open.

Between the lightning and the fire, Xuanbei was in a hurry, and he did something that he regretted in the future, he quickly stacked the portraits in his hand, put them away and hid them in the cuffs, and then ran to the window quickly, pushed it open, and didn't care about the three-seven-twenty-one, jumped out, and ran out with his life to the extreme.

Moyi pushed open the door, and after entering the room, she just saw a black shadow jumping out of the window, she was taken aback, and hurriedly ran to the window, looking out, the black shadow had disappeared, it seems that this person's martial arts are above her, if she chases at this moment, she may not be able to catch up.

The young lady's bedroom turned out to be a thief!

Mo Yi has always been steady and calm, even in this situation, still not in a hurry, her eyes turned, began to observe the surrounding situation, her eyes glimpsed the things on the window, her eyes lit up, reached out to tear off the corner of the cloth hanging on the window, picked it up.

It was torn from the thief's garment, woven of blue silk......

Blue?

Mo Yi's mind turned around, it seems that today's young master and the Xuangongzi beside Murong Jin are wearing clothes of this color, could it be them?

Mo Yi thought, secretly put away the cloth corner, turned his head, and looked around, seeing that there was no sign of passivity in the study, all the items were placed in the original place, and the valuables should not be lost, slightly relieved, it seems that the thief's goal is not property, at this moment, she has been sure that this thief is the person in the house, that is, the Mo Mansion seems to be ordinary, and there are not many guards, in fact, there are top guards in the dark building inside and outside the backyard, day and night, and they take turns guarding day and night, one is to protect the safety of the old marquisSecond, in order to cover up the fact that Ji Mowan is still alive, Miss is particularly concerned about the safety of her wife, this backyard, let alone a big living person, not even a fly can fly in, not to mention, Miss's boudoir, if there is anything worth stealing, it is some antique things, these things are still there, and they haven't even moved.

The secret guards around the backyard have never been dispatched, and the things have never been lost, Mo Yi sneered in her heart, who is this thief, tomorrow, she will be able to find him out.

The ink robe was turned back to the inner room. Inside the house, the candle flame was flickering, and sure enough, as expected, there was no young lady inside. Moyi saw that the wardrobe had been opened, she walked over, opened the wardrobe, and saw that there was a set of clothes that Miss usually wore missing, and saw Miss Pajamas on the bed, she couldn't help sighing, no wonder Miss said that she was tired at night, and she didn't want anyone to disturb her, so she separated a few of them, and it seemed that Miss she sneaked out of the house again.

Fortunately, the young lady is not wearing night clothes, and tonight, there should be no danger.

In the distance, Xuanbei slipped into the bamboo forest, he stopped and gasped, and when he saw that no one was following behind him, he relaxed slightly, patted his chest and said: "It's so dangerous, if it is discovered, I am afraid that half of my life will be lost."

He slowly walked back to the bedroom, sat down, took out the portrait of Chu Huaiyu from the cuffs, a good painting, it actually cracked a hole from below, and directly split Chu Huaiyu's lower body into two, Xuanbei sighed at the portrait, casually stuffed the portrait under the pillow, lay on the bed, and thought in his heart: Chu Huaiyu, you stinky boy is really hateful, why did Yunhuang girl only paint you alone, and didn't draw a picture for the son, this tone is really unbearable.

Xuanbei thought that from tomorrow onwards, he would follow Chu Huaiyu inch by inch, and resolutely not let him get close to Miss Yunhuang, while falling asleep in a daze.

……

On this night, the moonlight dissolves.

Yunhuang walked in the moonlight, along the way, half a figure was not seen, she came to Murong Jin's window, stood on tiptoe, gently opened the potted plant, and looked at the windowsill, it was dark inside, and there was no human figure, Yunhuang frowned, had he fallen asleep so early?

Yes, it's so late.

For people like him, the schedule must be very regular.

Yunhuang clenched the palms of his hands and walked back and forth outside the house, slightly hesitating. Finally...... What to do? To go in or not to go in? Do you want to knock on the door?

She came to the door, and the hand that was about to knock reached out in the air, and stopped, since he had already slept, it was enough, and there was a chance in the future, and he turned around and was about to leave, but he stopped, did he really go like this?

Yunhuang hesitated, glanced at his eyes, and saw that outside the house, a white begonia tree bloomed luxuriantly in the moonlight, no one under the moon, and it seemed that it was clear and quiet, the evening breeze blew, the branches and leaves swayed gently, like a cold woman in white clothes in the dark night to move in the wind, she couldn't help but walk over, and saw that the flowers were as white as snow, bright and clean, the flowers were mostly five-petaled, the color was white, and the stamens were faintly golden, which lined it more and more delicate and beautiful......

There are tears and sorrow in the rain, and no one is clearer under the moon.

Yunhuang couldn't help but reach out to hold the branches, lowered his head, approached the white begonia flowers, sniffed lightly, the faint and elegant fragrance wafted in, the fragrance was elegant with a hint of elegance, scattered in the silver moonlight, with a slight coolness.

Half-rolled Hunan curtain and half-closed door, grinding ice for soil and jade for pots.

Steal the pear stamen and borrow a wisp of plum blossom soul.

The moon cave immortals sewed their robes, and the autumn boudoirs wiped their cries.

Shy and silently complained to whom, tired of leaning on the west wind and the night was dark.

Reading this poem, Yunhuang looked at the white begonia flower in front of him, and couldn't help but smile, saying that the begonia has no fragrance, but it turns out that it is actually fragrant, but the taste is very light, if you don't get close to it, you can't smell it at all.

Yun Huang couldn't help but look up at the dark house, Murong Jin on the other side of the wall, he also had such a light fragrance, I can't tell what the smell is, the fragrance is elegant, elegant and cold, like the charm and elegance of the snow lotus on the top of the distant snow-capped mountains, left behind and independent. Every time I was held in his arms, surrounded by his breath, I was relieved, but also overflowed from the bottom of my heart with a faint sadness that had been precipitated for a long time, as if I had experienced this embrace a long, long time ago; It's as if this feeling existed a long, long time ago; It's like, an ancient tragic song that has been passed down through the ages, quietly chanting and singing, a legendary story that no one has remembered for a long time...... (To be continued.) )